According to "her" vicious nature, she shouldn't let me go so easily. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info can't get into this room? My heart beat for a while, and when I thought of this, I gradually calmed down again. So, who saved me? I've been thinking about it for a long time. I don't understand, I never understand. Is it someone I know? Not sure.

Suddenly, I was angry in my heart, and I gave up these messy thoughts. As if remembering something, I took a closer look at the room. Still didn't notice anything unusual. What did Grandpa Hu mean when he said something strange. I looked around again and again, and I still felt that nothing was out of the ordinary. The layout hasn't changed, the things are the same, and the position of the place, I still think it's the same. What the hell is wrong? My head was about to burst, and the void was swollen, and I didn't notice anything unusual. In this lonely room, my limbs seemed to have lost their proper function, and I was a little numb, and with all my strength in the stairwell, I saw that things were not progressing, and my body was very tired, so I simply sat down in my chair.

As I was thinking about how to get back, I suddenly felt a cool wind behind me. I even felt a gentle breath coming from the back of my neck. It was as if something was snooping on me from behind. Quiet, terrible silence all around. An inexplicable sense of fear hit my heart. I won't run into that thing again. I just escaped death, and now I am taught a new round of escape, not to mention mentally unbearable, even my body can't bear it. The room, eerie, an indescribable fear enveloped the space. I shuddered. I secretly wondered how I could escape this catastrophe. Run out, the female ghost is waiting outside again, if you don't run, it's a dead end in this room. Is this the so-called realm where there is no way forward, no way back, the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and there are no tears to cry? I let out a long sigh, and my deep and ethereal thoughts have turned into melancholy. After hesitating for a long time, I slowly turned around, and I always had to face what I had to face, and I could escape for a while, but I couldn't escape for a lifetime.

A "person" stood behind me, very close to me. It was a boy of six or seven years old, with short black hair and a pair of dark eyes, turning. The white, thin little face was full of sorrow. The pale face had a dead breath that was familiar to me, the breath of a dead man. Dressed in white clothes, not very coordinated with the thin body, the sleeves covered his palms, leaving the length like a big opera, and the clothes were crumpled and tattered. He didn't seem to be standing, the whole person seemed to be lilt, his feet were levitating, and he didn't step on the ground.

I was so frightened by "him" that an irrepressible coldness ran on my skin, and my teeth trembled. A moment later, my pupils were still constricting. This time, I was scared by "him" standing behind me silently. I looked at "him" with a blank face, and there was no movement for a long time, and my uneasy heart gradually calmed down. I stared at him, stared into his eyes, as if the dark eyes were glowing, was it my delusion? Aren't the ghost's eyes all hollow? I was frightened by my own thoughts. It's an illusion. I've just experienced such a shock, and I'm going to be a little tired mentally.

I regained my composure. It's the first time I've faced these ghosts so calmly. Usually when I see ghosts, I try desperately to escape. But today, at this moment, when I face him, it seems that I am facing a friend for many years, and I am not afraid, but I want to be close to him. Although there was some coolness in the air, my intuition told me that "he" on the other side had no ill intentions. "He" just "stood" there quietly, not saying a word. His eyes were staring at me as if he had a lot to say to me. I looked at him cautiously, my lips slightly opened, and then closed again, and the silence permeated the two of them.

"Are you feeling better?" he said when he saw that I was silent.

"Well, you saved me just now?" I suddenly came to my senses and asked him.

"Hmm. He replied bluntly and crisply, and after a pause, he continued, "I saw you entangled just now." ”

"Thank you, you can beat that ghost?"

"No, she's very powerful, she almost scattered the main soul by her just now, but she escaped back when she wasn't paying attention. ”

"Isn't she coming to this room?" I asked cautiously.

"Well, she could have come in before, but somehow, she can't get into this room now, and I don't know the specifics. In the past, when she was in this room, I didn't dare to come close even half a step, and only when she left did I dare to sneak in and play for a while. As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked hard at the ground.

I looked at him, smiled and said, "Have you been here for a long time?"

When he heard this, he raised his head, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and the tears slid down his pale cheeks and fell to the ground. "Well, I've been here since I was born. ”

"Why?" I asked, looking at him puzzled.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "When I was in my mother's womb, she was given fetal medicine, she bled too much and died, and I was born here." ”

"Your mother, isn't it your mother? According to you, you're ancient, right?"

He shook his head, not understanding what I meant, "I don't know, what antiquity?"

"It's okay, don't care. I thought for a moment, "What's your name?"

"I don't have a name. He sighed, and his expression was sad when he heard me ask. He suddenly smiled, a little jerky. "What are you laughing at?"

"Nobody ever played with me, sometimes I just secretly played puzzles, and I tell you, puzzles are fun, you see, puzzles on the bed. He said, pointing to the box of puzzles and motioning for me to notice.

I looked in the direction of his finger, and the box of puzzles on the bed lay quietly. I finally know what a "moving puzzle" is all about. It turned out to be him. I smiled wryly, thinking it was a coincidence. Sometimes, by chance, it happens to be the inevitable result. He noticed my smile and was a little strange, so he asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"No, just remembering something. Suddenly I remembered what Grandpa Hu said, "Do you know what's wrong with this room?"

"Why do you ask?" he asked me curiously.

I decided to confess everything to him, and I told him what had happened. Then, he shut his mouth again. He was silent for a moment, looked at me, stared at me for a long time, and suddenly said, "I probably understand what you said, but I don't see any difference in this room." Or, take a closer look. ”